The Sugar Witch

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Conscripted by the Sugar Witch

Chapter Two: The Sugar Witch

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They darted back inside.

“Bro what do we do?” Martin asked.

“I don’t know bro, you have any ideas?” Charlie asked.

“Uh… maybe this place has a back door?” Martin whispered.

The two of them turned and bolted through the ridiculously detailed house made of confections.

It did have a back door. The two of them slipped out, quietly, and scurried to the back of the table.

“Alright. Plan. We’re… probably ok to jump off the table.” Martin whispered.

Charlie looked over the side, eyes widening at the distance between the table and the floor. At their current size, it was immense.

“Dude. I am NOT jumping!” she hissed at Martin.

“Come on man, what if she eats us or something?” Martin hissed back. Notably though, he cowered away from the edge of the table a bit, eyes wide.

A deep contralto shook the air as the woman spoke: “Good morning little morsels!” she said.

Martin pointed emphatically in her direction, eyes wide.

Charlie winced.

They looked over the side, and then jumped.

The floor was hard tile, but when they landed, it was with a hard slap, not the painful force they’d both been expecting.

Charlie let out a tiny shriek as he fell though.

Martin, however, was able to stand immediately after, and pulled Charlie to her feet.

They both glanced back. The woman’s legs were immense, towering over them both where they hid under the table.

They both ran for it.

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The obvious problem presented itself a moment later, however, as they ran out into a hallway, with a carpet that would have been thin and firm… if they weren’t both barely two inches tall at the tallest, naked and sticky.

Martin was also half Charlie’s height, which made it easy for her to drag her off the carpet when she got stuck, and back onto the tile.

“Shit. Not that way.” Martin said.

“Duh.” Charlie said, frantically looking around them.

They scurried back into the kitchen.

The woman was still leaning over the table, observing the gingerbread house, as the two of them scurried back under it.

“Ok. That didn’t work. Shit if we managed to get outside…” Martin said, picking a thread off of her body and shaking it off of her hand.

“Oh shit.” Charlie said. “ok, so she needs to undo this. We need to make her undo this.”

“How?” Martin asked, and pointed. The woman’s brown, shapely legs loomed over them like skyscrapers.

“You can’t stay in there forever, little morsels!” she said brightly. Her voice boomed in their ears.

“It’s almost lunchtime!”

“Crap, what do we do?” Charlie asked frantically.

“Hide!” Martin squeaked, and the two of them scurried beneath the table towards the side opposite the one they’d fled from first.

An island sat in the middle of the kitchen, between the table and the sink, counters and cupboards, and the window through which they had first entered.

They checked that the enormous woman was peering into the candy house before bolting for the shadow of the island.

They hid beneath the lee of a cabinet face, panting and staring at the woman. She was even more arresting for the two friends from behind, her ass, monolithic from where the two tiny friends stood, looming even though she was not standing over them.

“Are we sure we’re not dreaming?” Martin asked quietly.

Charlie was looking around for another hiding place, as the woman stood up and turned around, striding past the Island to the counter.

The two of them relaxed fractionally.

“Ok, um… how about we wait ’til she leaves and try and get onto the counter to see if there’s anything we can use in here to uh… fix this?” Charlie said.

“Like what, a cookbook for magic?” Martin asked.

“I dunno, something!” Charlie said.

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Several minutes later, the woman returned to the candy house, carrying something, which she placed in front.

“I have something for you little morsels!” she said brightly, and waited.

“I imagine you’re both getting pretty hungry in there…” she said.

The moment she mentioned that, both of them, still lurking beneath the kitchen island, found that they were ravenous.

“If you don’t come out, I’ll have to come and get you myself…” she said.

They watched, as she reached over the table. From where they stood, they couldn’t see what she was doing until she stood up with the roof of the candy house in hand.

“Oh dear.” she said. “That isn’t good.”

she set it back down.

“Where are you?” she asked. “My house can be dangerous to two lost little morsels!” she said.

They were both silent as she moved about the kitchen. She opened something on the counter, drawing a handful of something out, and blowing it into the air.

Immediately the air was filled with an enticing smell.

“What… is that?” Martin asked quietly, her eyes growing heavy. I… don’t…” Charlie made an effort to keep herself alert, but the two of them almost unconsciously began walking out from under the island.

“There you two are!” the woman said.

They stared up at her, vacantly, and from this angle, they could see that apart from the apron, she was naked, looming over the two of them like the tallest building they’d ever seen.

Her pussy was shaved, glistening with wetness in the reflected daylight shining around them as she looked down on them.

“There you are!” she said, crouching down. Her body covered them in shadow, and they both felt the heat coming from her as she crouched, studying them.

“Sweet little morsels shouldn’t go wandering!” she said. “but you two are probably hungry, so here…” she said, and placed something on the floor with a clatter.

Martin and Charlie were still both dazed from the sweet smell in the air, and the moment they saw the small plate, piled up with marshmallows and chocolate chips, they stumbled onto the plate and began eating.

“There you go. Eat up now?” the woman said.

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Charlie shook herself awake, and stared. Crumbs of chocolate lay around her on the hard surface of the plate.

Marin was groaning. She looked… stuffed, her tummy bulging a little, and while they were still the same size relative to each other, the plate seemed to have gotten smaller, so far as Charlie could remember through the haziness covering the memory when the woman had…

She looked up.

She was kneeling over them, her immense thighs like fleshy walls boxing them against the wall of the kitchen island.

Martin let out a squeak of surprise as she saw the same thing, and Charlie instinctively moved to stand in front of her.

The gigantic woman frowned. “Oh dear. You two should relax. You aren’t quite done… cooking, yet!” she said, giggling.

“What… did you do this?” Martin asked.

“Yes!” The woman said. “I am your local sugar witch. Call me Glacie!” she said. “Now you two need a little more… cooking, so…” she held up a hand, and blew over it, glittering dust erupting into the air, accompanied by the mind-numbing vanilla smell.

The two of them blinked, and Charlie stood, preparing to run… somewhere, but then the smell hit, and its sweetness invaded her brain until she stumbled, then dropped, dizzy, onto her butt.

She turned, muzzily, to look at Marin, and stared, their eyes met, and her skin tingled pleasantly where Martin’s hand was pressed against her shoulder. She felt empty suddenly, particularly between her legs, and reached out.

Martin reached back, pulling their heads together, and kissed hungrily. Martin climbed onto Charlie’s lap, her dick hardening, the only part of her remaining the same size, and pressing against Charlie’s tummy, until she absently grasped it with a hand that had grown warm enough to begin melting a little, leaving streaks of chocolate on Martin’s dick as she slid it down to her new pussy.

“There you go! Just once more, I think!” Glacie, the sugar witch, said.

The two of them ground against each other, and Martin got her member inside Charlie, who moaned as it slid in, gasping out ‘right there!’ faintly.

They moved together, Martin drawing out, Charlie pressing in after to push her back in, and Martin accelerated until she was steadily fucking Charlie, each thrust sending increasingly intense bursts of pleasure through her as Martin’s dick stroked the incredibly sensitive walls of her pussy.

Charlie’s new pussy clenched, desperately trying to milk Martin to fill the gnawing emptiness she could feel everywhere inside her.

With each thrust, their pleasure built geometrically, until each thrust felt as though it was going to be the climax. And when it came, it was with a gush of thick, sticky ooze and a burst of pleasure that caused them both to collapse back onto the plate, limp, as Martin’s dick throbbed and pulsed, pumping a steady stream of syrupy cum into Charlie.

Even half-insensate from the pleasure washing through every extremity, Charlie felt herself being filled, and an indescribable warmth sliding down her spine.

The sensation of being filled, and the pleasure of her climax burned so brightly that for the second time, she lost consciousness.

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Charlie woke up, blinking. She was back in the candy house again. She stood, slowly. She felt heavy. Full. She looked around. “Martin?” she asked, trying to remember what had happened.

She felt her mouth move as another voice said “Wha? Jsu… another minute…”

Charlie felt her body move, trying to lie back down. The sensation was utterly strange.

“Martin?” she asked again.

“What.. wait, Charlie?” Martin’s voice… came out of Charlie’s mouth, as her hands moved on their own, seemingly, as she looked down, to see the same chocolate body, and a small, bright white penis and scrotum hanging between her legs.

“Charlie? Where are you?” Martin asked.

“Where am I, where are you?” Charlie asked.

“I’m right here!” Martin said.

“Right… oh shit.” Charlie waved his arm. His arm them moved on its own. “Martin was that… you?”

“Yes… holy shit we’ve uh… fused!”

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“Ow.” Martin complained, her face in the candy-based carpet.

“I was trying to walk and you screwed us up!” Charlie complained.

“That was what I was doing!” Martin said.

Charlie moved arm to try and lift themselves off the floor, just as Martin tried to roll over, leaving them both in a tangle on the floor again.

“Ok, this isn’t working.” Charlie said. “We gotta have a plan, dude.”

“Right, fine” Martin said. “I’ll get us up, alright?”

“Sure, bro.” Charlie said.

Martin stumbled to their feet.

“Now what?” She asked.

“Um… go out and ask what the hell she did to us?” Charlie said.

“Right. Just… go yell at the woman who turned us into candy and uh… fused us.” Martin said.

“Well when you put it like that it sounds dumb, but like, what the hell else are we supposed to do? We go outside like this…”

Martin winced. “Yeah.”

“C’mon bro, it sounded like she had uh… plans, for us.” Charlie said.

“I don’t like that, but…” Martin said, trailing off.

Then resolutely turned towards the door, just as Charlie did the same, but the opposite direction. Their legs tangled and sent them sprawling to the floor again.

“Ow.” Charlie grumbled.

“It’s gonna be one of those days, huh.” Martin grumbled.

[End Ch. 2]

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